Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.